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The patchwork tom finds himself within camp where he has began to groom down his unruly pelt and peers up from licking a stubborn tuft of fur from his chest to see some of the warriors heading out to patrols that had been sent out by Owlbark, the charcoal toned ranger spares a glance in the tabby's direction, and then turns it away altogether. One of his kits had already graduated and he felt pride, a part of him wishes that Shadowclan wouldn't find out she had become a warrior mostly out of spite for Dunehusk and Blacktree. They didn't deserve to find out about the fiery molly that they had left behind, they didn't deserve the right to know about either of his kits, and he doubts that Loonstar would listen to his request.
It would only be a matter of time before his other four would earn their warrior names too, he had high hopes for all of them really even if he had some doubt when it came to Torridpaw... they seemed a little more softhearted than the rest of his brood. Still, he could've done worse when raising his younger litter... a foolish thing like Loonstar then Juniperstar by allowing her children to go to Shadowclan and then returning to Thunderclan as if they didn't spend their time with the filth underneath their paws. Ha, he would much rather eat an adder then allow his kits such a thing and really, if he had the opportunity of doing so, he wouldn't have allowed it. Blacktree and Dunehusk would surely poison his children and turn them against him too...
Blisteringfury shakes his dark helm deciding to not entertain these thoughts knowing that they only would cause his blood to boil and his eyes catch onto the dark tabby pelt belonging to Stagwhisper, a distraction of sorts, and both of his ears angle forward in brief interest. He should focus his attention elsewhere even if its for a mere heartbeat but anything is better than thinking about the two cats that he had once loved with every fiber of his being and how they had abandoned him after their claws had torn into his flesh and fur.
"Hello Stagwhisper," He drawls out rather plainly as he closes the distance between himself and the other warrior, his bottlebrush tail swept behind him, and he stares at the other for a long heartbeat, "Would you accompany me? Perhaps, we could go hunting." An innocent enough invitation truly and hopefully, the dark warrior would be more than happy to follow him into the woods. The patchwork tom would worry about other matters later and focus on his own means of a distraction despite how selfish it may seem. He'd do anything if it meant that Dunehusk or Blacktree's stupid faces didn't peek into his mind and make him miss them.
// @Stagwhisper
It would only be a matter of time before his other four would earn their warrior names too, he had high hopes for all of them really even if he had some doubt when it came to Torridpaw... they seemed a little more softhearted than the rest of his brood. Still, he could've done worse when raising his younger litter... a foolish thing like Loonstar then Juniperstar by allowing her children to go to Shadowclan and then returning to Thunderclan as if they didn't spend their time with the filth underneath their paws. Ha, he would much rather eat an adder then allow his kits such a thing and really, if he had the opportunity of doing so, he wouldn't have allowed it. Blacktree and Dunehusk would surely poison his children and turn them against him too...
Blisteringfury shakes his dark helm deciding to not entertain these thoughts knowing that they only would cause his blood to boil and his eyes catch onto the dark tabby pelt belonging to Stagwhisper, a distraction of sorts, and both of his ears angle forward in brief interest. He should focus his attention elsewhere even if its for a mere heartbeat but anything is better than thinking about the two cats that he had once loved with every fiber of his being and how they had abandoned him after their claws had torn into his flesh and fur.
"Hello Stagwhisper," He drawls out rather plainly as he closes the distance between himself and the other warrior, his bottlebrush tail swept behind him, and he stares at the other for a long heartbeat, "Would you accompany me? Perhaps, we could go hunting." An innocent enough invitation truly and hopefully, the dark warrior would be more than happy to follow him into the woods. The patchwork tom would worry about other matters later and focus on his own means of a distraction despite how selfish it may seem. He'd do anything if it meant that Dunehusk or Blacktree's stupid faces didn't peek into his mind and make him miss them.
// @Stagwhisper
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ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH TO TAKE THE BLAME FOR THIS?
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BLISTERINGFURYTHUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/THEY/ITx"speech", thoughts, attacking
a longhaired tortoiseshell with several scars littering his body from the battle that broke out between the split colonies, a cruel reminder to the betrayal that he felt that day, and has a pair of emerald toned eyes. he has patches of ivory on his body along with more smoky gray spots near his cheeks, limbs, and tail.
parent of flickerdance, searingpaw, torridpaw, gutsypaw, and tenebrouspaw ; ex-mate of dunehusk and blacktree ; currently not interested in seeking out serious relationships or courting anyone
venom and sharpened words are normally thrown out from his jaws whenever he ends up on a patrol near shadowclan. this doesn't lessen in the slightest when he catches sight of his old flames either, if anything, he only feels angry and brandishes that anger as a weapon. the moggy isn't friendly to anyone outside of thunderclan and he's especially unkind to shadowclan.